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2 poems from the dest of Foxnix


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A Day Unfolds

 

In the morning our paths cross by chance, by noon all our lives secrets and thoughts reviled, our intentions both deep and solemn, we are akin. As night approaches we seem close and dear, sharing our bodies as but one, our passions run wild and deeper then a river wide. As the stroke of midnight approaches all seems so clear. Yet when the sun arises our paths do break, as nothing we shared seemed to take, two wayward souls in search of a match to make. For In the morning our lives awake, nothing in common but another of lives mistakes . As our paths cross in the morning and life

partakes.

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Rebirth

It surrounds us in it's ever growing

 

silent darkness. It calmly envelops us in

 

it's ever growing circle of pitch black

 

oblivion. We become that which in the

 

depths of our hearts we fear the most.

 

We cling to our memories as steadfastly as

 

we savor our last sweet breath of air

 

Not understanding this dark

 

oblivion is not unlike a caterpillar's

 

cocoon, as it opens to deliver us unto a

 

new light. Like the butterfly breaking

 

into flight, we soar into a new existance.

 

Free of fear, anger, pain and hostilality.

 

Ready to follow the path of lifes endless

 

universial cycles.

 

 

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